I'm playing a game. I'm winning, and I'm scared of my prize.
I signed up for cheer leading... but it's very mistreating.
I sit with the jocks, but at night... they go by cocks.
I made new friends, and we all laugh. But remember, not every smile is a grin...
I hide my tears and try to bear the debt, the price... Of being popular.
I'm winning, I'm ahead of you all! But in the end, is there a big shiny ball?
No, I want to go back. To the first day of school, for it was then I was acting a fool!!!
I wouldn't have said yes to not being who I am... I would have said "No!" that's not me!!!
But all I could do now, is hope for the best. And wear my make-up to clean up my teary mess.
**no offense intended**
